|Day 13: In Your Bag|
Mr. H tried to organize a birthday dinner for me this past weekend, only, there was no one to invite. Every year it saddens me when I realize that I have no real, quality friends anymore; a product of our nomadic ways, I'm sure. Yeah, I have work "friends", but our lives are so different outside of work, I couldn't imagine hanging out with any of them. I've tried to get involved in local Mommy groups, but they're not very working-mom friendly and have chosen to get together on the weekdays, when I'm working. I've tried to get involved with groups on Meetup, but I have yet to hear back from any of the groups I wanted to join.
|Day 14: Something You're Reading|
We were going to go out for sushi for my birthday, but those plans were postponed. Mr. H picked up takeout from the Cheesecake Factory and a cute little cake from a local Swiss bakery. There were no candles. I recalled how last year's birthday was quite similar to this years. I was sick with a bad cold (and sick from pregnancy), we had to postpone our dinner plans (Russian food) and ordered delivery. We ate Italian and celebrated with cannolis. There were no candles then either.
|Day 15: Happiness|
I've always hated having my birthday in January. It's such a blah month. The weather is disappointing and dreary and everyone is still suffering from the post-holiday hangover. Mr. H's birthday is in August. Recently we've been having some pretty good get-togethers for his birthdays. I remember when I turned 29, I told Mr. H he had exactly one year to plan a phenomenal 30th birthday party for me. He accepted the challenge. I should have known better. I did know better. I told him I wanted to go skiing in New York or Vermont. I wanted to rent a cabin for the weekend and invite all of my New York
|Day 17: Water|
Next year, next year, I want a party. A big party with guests and balloons and presents and a cake with candles. And I want to dress up. Why do birthdays have to be boring as adults? Why can't we still have the fun, over-the-top parties we used to have? Bring on the streamers and the party hats and the favors and the pizza. Heck, let's make it a themed party. You know what? I might even make it a sleepover. You're invited, of course.